From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Milva wiped the chair twice pretentiously, and after attracting Lan's speechless gaze, he signaled, and smiled, beckoning his lord earl to please sit down.

Lan En said helplessly: "Didn't I say that, I didn't raise you as a maid."

Milva said confidently: "But I'm the only woman in the team, who else can do such a thing, House?"

Levin whispered to the side: "He may be more thoughtful in taking care of the Earl than you."

At this time, House and the proprietress came back after ordering the wine and food for this table. Everyone noticed his expression. The oldest attendant had been preoccupied for several days, and now he was hesitant to speak when facing his sworn master.

Lan En said angrily: "You are not suitable for this kind of expression, just say whatever you want."

House scratched his head, and after a while of silence, he finally uttered the question that had troubled him for a long time:

"My lord, we have all entered the border of Temeria for so long, why hasn't their king sent someone to contact us?"

In the imagination of the retainers, Earl Lannister brought such a large group of cavalry. Not long after entering the country, he should have been received by the local lord and received by the king, and then ate and drank all the way there.

This is also the reason why the old housekeeper Ernes agreed not to add maids and servants to this team, they felt that the group of people could get proper and decent care outside.

As a result, Lan En and his party met a lot of lords along the way, and everyone was still polite, reluctantly giving the Earl the treatment he deserved.

But there has been no movement from the king for a long time, and he has not even sent a messenger to deliver a message.

"I'm still wondering when you will ask me." Lan said, "It's simple, because he doesn't want to see me."

At this moment, Levin Brott, the grandson of the mayor of Brokilong Town, joined the team and was brought out by Lane to meet the world. He was regarded as Lane's new attendant.

"Why?" House was indignant, "Even if you don't want to see you, at least you have to send an envoy to pick us up, it's too rude!"

Facing House's anger, Lan smiled nonchalantly.

In fact, Lane also had expectations for the attitude of the King of Temeria, but he originally thought that there would be some difference in this time and space, but he did not expect that he actually encountered the same attitude.

The king of Temeria is called Foltest. Lane remembered that in the original book, Foltest had a very bad attitude towards Sintra.

Perhaps it is because Temeria is too close to Sintra. In the original book, he has repeatedly argued that Ciri is dead and Sintra is a landless country. He also proposed to use the last armed forces of Sintra as cannon fodder to consume Nilfgaard is alive.

As for Foltest's attitude of ignoring Sintra, other northern kings pointed out that he was actually secretly searching for Ciri, trying to seduce the little princess to marry him to control Sintra.

I have to sigh here, these kings really have nothing new.

Although Foltest naturally denied this accusation, no one knew what his real thoughts were.

Lane originally thought that the situation in Sintra hadn't completely deteriorated, and Foltest might have a different idea, but it doesn't look like that now.

"Lord Earl, what shall we do next? Are we going to deliver the invitation to King Foltest?"

House still understands basic court etiquette, and also understands Lan's thoughts. He knows that no matter how angry he is in his heart in such a diplomatic situation, he must restrain his emotions to take care of the face of both parties. Especially now that Sintra is still on the weak side.

"Since he doesn't want to see us, it's useless to hand over the invitation."

Lane said. But then he thought about it again. After all, he was on someone else's territory. The host could pretend that he didn't see his group, but he had to say hello to them.

"Forget it, let's send it there. We will leave in two days. Temeria is just passing by anyway. Our focus is on Redania."

Levin suddenly suggested: "Isn't Ms. Triss the royal advisor here? Can I ask her for help?"

Lan shook his head: "Triss is not in Temeria now."

Lane was discussing with his attendants, and at this moment, the lady proprietress of the tavern was walking over with a tray full of Vizima beer, and she was attentively and carefully planning to serve wine and food to this table of unfriendly guests .

Milva was the first to take the tray, keeping the proprietress away, and then the girl smiled and put the fullest glass of beer in front of Lan.

She didn't grasp the strength well when she put down the glass, and a lot of beer in the glass spilled out, almost wet Lann's hand.

House and Levin were sitting there, and were about to thank Milva who was handing out the drinks, but saw that she then took another glass for herself, and then pushed the tray forward. Clearly no interest in distributing to the rest.

The two male servants took the wine in silence, drank it silently, and then sighed to dispel the embarrassment: "As expected, Vizima beer should be drunk in Temeria, the taste is just different..."

"Miss Boss, is there anything interesting happening in White Orchard recently?" Levin drank the beer in his glass in one go, and began to inquire about the news.

The proprietress Elsa looked at the Sintra soldiers with the words "not to mess with" written all over their bodies, and thought about the wine and food that so many of them might consume, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face:

"If we talk about the real big event recently, it's Nilfgaard..."

Speaking of this, she glanced at the lion marks on Lan En and the three attendants, and said, "But the masters here want to hear good stories from the countryside—an interesting thing really happened recently.

All the well-informed old men who want to come to the "demon hunter" will know it, although this kind of person doesn't appear very often now, but one came to White Orchard recently..."

Hearing this, everyone put down their wine glasses one after another. Lan also showed interest, and began to recall who the witchers might appear in White Orchard during this time period.

Lan was about to continue inquiring, but saw several of his own cavalry standing up in the hotel to form a simple human wall to protect them behind him.

On the other side of the hotel, several dwarves whose height was only around the waist of a normal person were walking towards this side.

House frowned: "Dwarves, what do you want?"

After all, it was in someone else's territory, so House somewhat restrained his attitude.

One of the dwarf leaders had a mohawk haircut and a dark brown beard. He pulled the leader of another group of dwarves, as if trying to lower his voice, but the voice couldn't be lowered no matter what:

"Yarpin, I've said it all. This is a nobleman. Is this a saddled pig like you who can talk to you?"

"Look out, Drowa, you big stubborn hammerhead!" The pulled dwarf seemed to be drinking too much, and was yelling, "Those eyes...although they are a little different, but I won't Admit it! You always don’t believe the witcher stories I told you, saying that I’m a self-proclaimed clown, today I’ll let you see it!”

The dwarf had a longer black beard, but his hair was cut into a round inch, and he looked fierce.

When he just entered the house, Lann noticed these members of the sub-human race. The current situation in the Northern Kingdom is not as severe as it will be in the future. Has the Scoia'tael party formed by Nilfgaard completely detonated the human and non-human races in the northern border? contradiction.

Although it can be seen that humans and these dwarves don't like to communicate very much, they haven't reached the point where they are always at war.

The group of dwarves was faintly divided into two groups, because Lan could tell that they had two leaders, and Lan even knew the two leaders.

Since these "acquaintances" are now taking the initiative to make friends, he has no intention of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Let our dwarf friends come over." Lan called the cavalry back to their positions, and at the same time greeted the proprietress, "Give each of the dwarf friends another glass of wine."

The dwarves immediately smiled, and the attendants heard the count's order, and moved a few more tables from the side and put them together, barely enough to accommodate the small group.

Yarpan patted the table happily: "Let me just say, witchers are all reputable men!"

Zolva looked more stable: "Hello, Earl of Sintra, I am Zoltan Ziva. I used to be a soldier of Mahakam, but now I am a businessman."

Zhuo Erwa pointed to the excited Yarpan again: "This is Yarpan Zieglin, you may have heard of his name, he and his partners formed a mercenary group, he should be somewhat famous."

"Of course, the famous Yarpan, I have heard your stories in poetry, you once hunted and killed a green dragon." Lann raised his glass, "Nice to meet you, I am Lann Lannister Lei Anlun, Earl of Sintra."

"I've heard of you too!" Yarpan slammed his wine glass on the table when he heard the name, "I've also heard of your poems, what is your name now...'Lion', right? ! I have heard rumors that the white wolf is also on your side!"

"Yes." Lane nodded, "Geralt is my good friend, and he is also a very powerful fighter."

"That's right, that's right!" Yarpan yelled happily, he was more excited than the one who was praised when he heard that the warrior he valued was recognized, "Geralt of Rivia, he can hold a sword One person is worth eight people!"

Lan knew that the dragon slaying team led by Yarpan had tried to hunt the second dragon in the team's history, and met Geralt and Yennefer in the process. Although they failed to kill the second dragon to add new glory to their legend in the end, they were lucky enough to meet a friend worthy of deep friendship.

House seemed to dislike dwarves jumping up and down in front of his lord earl. Levin was expressionless, but Milva was full of curiosity about this group of demihuman races he had never seen before.

The atmosphere in the tavern gradually heated up. People looked at the strange table combination curiously. Some local soldiers quietly left the hotel, as if to report the traces of the cavalry team. After a while, they came back relaxed and continued to drink , and the companions who were watching shook their heads to indicate that they don't care.

However, this happy and relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

The door of the hotel was pushed open by a man, and he ran in sweating profusely, attracting the attention of all the people present:

"The demon hunter who came to White Orchard a few days ago has been arrested!"